Military History

Against the backdrop of the 2003 invasion of Iraq, while international headlines were captivated by the broader war narrative, a small team of Green Berets was tasked with a mission critical to the success of the more extensive campaign.

Israel’s failure to recognize the full extent of Hamas’ capabilities and intentions leading up to October 7th, 2023, shows that even the most advanced intelligence agencies can overlook critical threats when they make dangerous assumptions about their adversaries.

It’s 1980. My UDT is tasked with a training op to assault a docked vessel from the open ocean. The trick? It’s guarded by Navy dolphins.

Victory isn’t flags on rooftops or borders redrawn—it’s the stubborn act of existing, of speaking your mother tongue in defiance, while the sky falls and the world debates your worth.

William Carney didn’t just carry the flag at Fort Wagner—he hauled the soul of a nation on his back through a storm of lead, and never let it fall.

Back in the early days of the OSS, when the stakes were sky-high and the playbook still being written, candidates faced a gauntlet of tests designed to weed out all but the toughest, sharpest minds—because only a ‘PhD who could win a bar fight’ would survive behind enemy lines.

The Führer’s last firearm, long speculated to be an ornate showpiece, was most likely an unremarkable Walther PP—just a standard-issue sidearm for a man whose final days were anything but.

Rangers lead the way! The U.S. Army Rangers are an elite light infantry special operations unit. Read more about them in our updated guide.

Clint Romesha didn’t fight for glory—he fought for the guy next to him, in a godforsaken valley that the brass called indefensible and he turned into a proving ground for grit.

Some heroes wear medals—Alwyn Cashe wore fire, pain, and the lives of his men on his back, and still kept going defining the “never quit” ethos.

York didn’t need nods or Gucci gear to be lethal—he just needed faith, a clean rifle, and the will to get up and move forward when hell broke loose.

Robin Olds roared into combat with a handlebar mustache, a middle finger to bureaucracy, and a brain wired for turning aerial warfare into an art form.